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10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
fair as the moon, clear as the sun,
and terrible as an army with banners?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts
to see the fruits of the valley,
and to see whether the vine flourished,
and the pomegranates budded.
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

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